Billy vomited green gunk.
"What's wrong, Billy?"
"I got morning sickness, Mom."
"That's silly. Boys don't get that."
"Yes they do."
"The little purple ladies from the flying saucer."
"Dammit! You're making up weird stories again. You're grounded for lying!"
"I ain't lying. They shot little squigglies into my stomach with a ray gun."
She worried that her eight year old might be schizophrenic.
Suddenly, an inner voice said, "He's not schizophrenic. Rejoice! Your son will soon become mother of a new and glorious species."
She didn't understand why the word Loch Ness Monster came to mind.
"I'm too young to be a grandma," she muttered when Billy vomited again.
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28 April 2009